After the war, Nicholas Winton didn’t tell anyone, not even his wife Grete about his wartime rescue efforts. In 1988, a half century later, Grete found a scrapbook from 1939 in their attic, with all the children’s photos, a complete list of names, a few letters from parents of the children to Winton and other documents. She finally learned the whole story.

God bless him. I have walked through Dachau–sat in a modified auditorium among the barracks to watch films about the horrors perpetuated there–and elsewhere, Auschwitz und so weiter–and it is the most bone chilling thing. The evil lives there still.

What a hero. What an amazing, unsung–heretofore–hero. He is as God, for sure.